Hungry For More(11)

He teases me again with the barest of licks between my lips and I want to growl. I grip the sheets tight when what I want to do is grip his head and shove him down on my pussy. I’ve never been so bold, but something about him makes me absolutely brazen.

“And you beg pretty, too? Fuck me, I’m going to have a ring on you before the night is over.”

I clench my teeth and give up. I’ve had enough. I let go of the sheet and run my fingers through his hair before I hold him still and grind my pussy against his mouth. I’m mortified and relieved at the same time and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

He grips my thighs tight to pull them open. When his tongue circles my clit, I loosen my grip on him and relax against the bed. I can feel his cocky smile against me as he licks me, but I don’t care anymore. He feels so good that I think I’d let him say whatever he wanted to right now.

He grunts as he pushes two fingers inside of me and my body tightens. I’m so full, but it’s not half as thick as the monster between his legs. He moves his fingers, and just like in the restaurant he touches some magical place that has me gasping for air and right on the edge of climax. I feel it when he adds another finger and I can’t catch my breath. It’s too much but exactly what I need all at the same time. My shoulders come up off the bed as he works me from the inside out and his tongue tortures my clit.

I reach over and grab a throw pillow and stuff it against my face. I have only half a second before my orgasm hits me and I’m screaming into it. My whole body lights up like the Fourth of July and heat sears my veins. It’s the hardest, most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had in my life and it keeps on going.

Wave after wave of heat rolls over me and Jensen knows exactly how soft and firm his tongue should be to wring out every ounce of pleasure from my body.

When I hit the mattress I’m completely spent and I can’t even form words to tell him thank you. I should thank him, right? Or maybe he’s expecting the same in return. But there’s no way I can give it as good as he gave, and right now I’m not sure I can move.

I lie there trying to figure out if I’ve been hit by a truck or my fairy godmother as my whole body tingles with absolute satisfaction.

“Holy shit,” I say as he kisses his way up my body until he’s on top of me.

The weight of his cock rests on my stomach and I can feel the damp head dragging a trail of cum on my belly. His lips are wet as he leans down and kisses me, and I can taste myself on him.

“Feel better?” he asks me, and I’m only able to nod while I smile like a lunatic. “Good. Now roll on your side so I can be the big spoon.”

“What?” I laugh as he moves me the way he wants me and comes up behind my body.

“You fit right here.” He emphasizes our position by kissing me on my shoulder and wrapping his arms and legs around me.

“Didn’t you want to…um?” I don’t know how to finish that sentence. Get off? Have sex?

“I did what I came in here to do.” His voice is deep and I can feel just how hard he is against my ass, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“I’m sorry I got so teary when you said—”

“Don’t do that,” he says, and I stop talking. “Don’t apologize for no reason. I was pushing your buttons. I’m not always the best at knowing when to keep my mouth shut.”

“You put it to good use tonight,” I whisper and smother a giggle.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll do it again.” He brushes his lips across my shoulder back and forth and a comfortable silence falls between us.

I close my eyes as the feel of his heat against me makes me feel so safe and protected.

“I know I come across as an asshole, but I know you’re innocent.” He presses his forehead to my shoulder and I’m so sleepy now that I don’t respond. “I’ll be gentle.”

I nod a little as the heavy need to drift off washes over me.

“But I won’t wait much longer.”





Chapter Six





Sage





I stand in front of the mirror debating the dress I’d picked out to wear today. It’s deep red dress and hugs a little tighter than I would like it to, but I don't have a lot of options at this point. My mind flashes to the waitress last night who tried and failed to get Jensen’s attention. My brother is constantly getting hit on and I always found it funny, but with Jensen, not so much.

He focused all his attention on me and looked annoyed when we were interrupted. Jensen must have liked what he saw because he’d been on me from the moment he laid eyes on me. I’d never put much mental energy into what a man thought of me before and now it’s all I can think about. The extra weight I put on doesn’t even bother me, but my closest isn't loving it. I have no plans on changing my habits at the moment, so I need to go shopping.

Turning from the mirror, I decide to stick with the dress. My mom would love to come with me because she always thought I wore my clothes too loose to begin with. I smile thinking about how smug she’s going to be when she sees me in this. I wonder what Jensen will think of the dress? I glance over to my empty bed and think about waking up alone. He was already gone when I opened my eyes over two hours ago. I should be preparing for Thanksgiving dinner, but I’m torn between wanting to see Jensen again and dreading it.